Knowledge Is Power

I am so grateful for knowledge. There are many types of knowledge but I wish to focus on the knowledge that we will use use not just for now but forever. I am reminded of a personal experience I had while serving my mission. I was in the Missionary Training Center at the time. I was attending an evening class where we were 'role playing' a teaching experience. My companion and I were teaching one of our instructors. I will never forget that opportunity. That was a turning point for me in my missionary service. This experience gave me the confidence that I needed, in a new situation, in different and unfamiliar territory. I was asked to teach the Joseph Smith Story. During the teaching experience, my heart was touched by the spirit and my entire body was overcome with a feeling of warmth and love. I gained a witness of the absolute truthfulness of the story of the boy, Joseph Smith. I knew that his account was exactly like he said it was. During that teaching time, I came to know that my calling as a full-time missionary of my Heavenly Father was inspired. In each of our lives, we come to understand, first-hand, the importance of our divine nature as sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father. We all will face the challenges that come with mortality. Our bodies will endure various sicknesses and adversity. Our Father in Heaven is well aware of what we face. In fact, in a time long ago, we were excited to come to earth and face the challenges that would accompany us through this mortal journey. We were overjoyed by the prospect of this opportunity. No matter what we face, it will be alright. Several years ago, Becky faced some unknown medical challenges. She would be about her daily activities and suddenly pass out, without any warning. This went on for many years. I was attending college classes, every day and working the night shift. I arrived home at 12:30 AM and everything looked very normal for this early morning hour. When I opened the back door, our dog Rascal jumped abruptly up on me. I quickly petted him and he ran swiftly to the downstairs familyroom. I could tell that there was something amiss. From the top of the stairs, I could see that Becky had passed out, sometime during the evening. Her neck was crimped to the side as she had fallen up against a wall of the room. I wondered in the moment if I was going to lose her and I thought about what I would do next with our two young daughters. The experiences we face are daunting. Our Father will never leave us alone! I am grateful for the things that make me strong. I am thankful for the opportunity of life. Our understanding was completely clear, at a previous time. We will understand everything, with clarity, once again. For now, faith and endurance is the requirement. Everything will be alright!